Sunday, March 5, 2017

I was so sad when the Dakota Pipeline protesters left their campsite in flames on February 22. I wanted to do something to show my support. I wanted to bring some river water home to connect with them. The Hudson river flows into the ocean where all the rivers mingle eventually. The city has limited the access to its rivers over the years.

A friend who lives further north told me that the river was easy to get to near the Riverdale station. So off I went. We clambered over the mossy rocks and I got some water.

I have a lakshmi in my living room. I bring her gifts from the garden; an old blue bottle and a pine cone that a nearby tree tossed to me. I set up a little dish with a stone from the garden that has a lot of mica, like the rocks near the river and poured some river water over it.

Every day the water in the dish evaporates and I refill it. There are mineral traces in the dish, remains of the river's presence.I wanted to march in support of the water protectors yesterday, but I had a class. My spirit is with them.

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I am a photographer exploring different ways of sharing my work. This blog is like my sketchbook. I post the pictures that I take around New York city, the changing seasons and nature in an urban setting. I also put some pictures of my street art and other experiments.